Harry Potter: From Muggle Cousin to Conceptual Wizard

Chapter 1 A wonderful day begins with persuading people to do good!

"Harry, go slap him twice!"

"Okay, cousin!"

In a narrow alleyway dead end.

With a head of thick black hair, a lightning bolt scar on his forehead, round-framed glasses, and a healthy, well-proportioned physique, he is an eleven-year-old boy named Harry Potter.

A mixture of pity and resolve flashed in her emerald eyes.

While responding to his cousin's request, he strode forward, grabbed the collar of the trembling adult male thief who was cornered against the wall with one hand, and swiftly and decisively slapped the man twice across the face with the other.

Then, amidst the young thief's pathetic sobs, he silently retreated to his cousin's side.

Wearing a Smetine High School uniform, holding a bag of stolen beef jerky in his left hand and a Smetine cane in his right, eleven-year-old Dudley Dursley, who was nearly 1.7 meters tall and extremely strong, with clearly visible muscle contours even through his clothes, quietly watched this scene.

Seeing that the other party had completely lost the will to resist and had no intention of retaliating, he then said to his cousin, who was five weeks younger than him:

"Harry, you could be even faster! Also, stop showing pity in your eyes. Pity for the enemy is cruelty to yourself and your own people!"

This thief is a notorious thief in our Huijin district, a notorious robber who has swindled and cheated five residents. He even steals beef jerky from elementary school students. He doesn't deserve your pity!

Dudley's earnest words made Harry look somewhat ashamed, but Harry still couldn't help but ask:

"But...but cousin, you've already punched him more than ten times and hit him with the cane more than thirty times. I...Isn't that enough?"

"Yes, that's about it!"

Dudley tossed the bag of beef jerky to Harry, brandished his cane, and once again closed in on the bruised and slightly injured thief.

Feeling the immense pressure coming again, the thief was so frightened that he stopped even sobbing.

"I...I was wrong! I was wrong! You..."

"Stand up!"

With a sharp shout, Dudley raised his cane high in his right hand.

Upon witnessing this terrifying scene, the thief's trembling legs were instantly healed by an unseen miracle doctor.

He sprang to his feet, hissing and groaning as he endured the pain coursing through his body. He stood timidly before Dali, his head bowed, as if afraid that the immense power that shouldn't belong to an ordinary child would strike him again through the hard cane.

Dudley looked at his submissive, defeated opponent with satisfaction and slowly put down his cane.

Just as the thief was secretly relieved, Dudley acted swiftly, and in a few breaths he had searched all of the thief's pockets, both visible and hidden, and confiscated more than one hundred pounds and more than thirty pence.

This nimble and swift technique was even more thieving than a thief's, leaving even the most seasoned thief speechless with astonishment.

He initially thought he had encountered a righteous kid with formidable skills, but now it seems he has clearly met a senior colleague whose skills far surpass his own!

"Shut your surprised mouth!" Dali sneered. "I'll let you off this time because you didn't harm the poor! But if you come to cause trouble on Dali Gang's territory again, things won't be so pleasant! Get lost!"

The thief, regaining his senses, bowed and scraped, thanking them profusely. He carefully bypassed Dudley and Harry, staggering towards the alley's exit.

"stop!"

Dali suddenly shouted in an unquestionable tone.

The thief shuddered, stopped in his tracks with an extremely unpleasant expression, and forced a smile as he turned to look at Dali.

"Here's a piece of advice: you're not smart, you're unlucky, and you always end up on dead ends when you try to run away. You're not suited for this line of work."

You should make good use of the money hidden in your shoes and do some honest small business!

The thief was startled and looked down, only to find that his last bit of money was sticking out of his shoe. He cursed his bad luck and quickly stuffed the banknotes back in with his fingers.

After doing all this, he couldn't help but feel a little sad. Maybe the young senior was right; he really wasn't suited for this line of work.

His best course of action is to reform himself as soon as possible.

After figuring it out, Mr. Thief looked at Dudley and Harry again, wanting to say something, but found that the two had already walked past him to the alley entrance.

The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed them back.

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Dudley doesn't want banknotes that smell bad.

Dudley, a Muggle rich kid, wouldn't care about anything, not even the few coins the thief had on him, let alone what was in his shoes.

His actions were mainly to hone his skills, train his cousin, and win over his subordinates.

Dudley was walking home with Harry when, at an intersection, he slipped the money he'd taken from the thief to Pierre Borges, the number three in Dudley's gang and his top henchman, who was waiting by the roadside.

"Pierre, arrange for someone to return the money to the owner. Let the gang members share the extra money!"

According to tradition, if the owner wants to give a tip or gift as a token of gratitude, they should ask if the owner has any strange or unusual items of unknown origin or purpose. If so, they should bring them to the owner.

If anyone accepts our Dali Gang's help without any thanks, write their name down in my notebook, and I'll make them add it!

Dudley explained the plan clearly and logically, and Pierre nodded slightly, taking note of it carefully.

After Dudley finished speaking and there was no further comment, Pierre cautiously asked, "Our classmate's bag of beef jerky..."

"Let's buy a new bag and return it! Harry and I will eat this one; it tastes pretty good!"

Dudley said, taking the beef jerky from Harry and savoring it with relish.

"Yes, boss!" Pierre nodded in agreement, turned and left to carry out the task Dudley had assigned him.

In the early morning hours in Little Huigkin, Surrey, there weren't many pedestrians on the streets.

During my summer vacation, I completed a valuable social practice activity with my adorable cousin.

This put Dudley Dursley in a very good mood.

But his cousin, Harry Potter, the famous wizard, had some unusual worries.

"Cousin, will a wizard really come and take me to Hogwarts to study magic? Aunt Petunia said I should go to Stonewall Academy..."

On the way to number four Privet Drive, Harry hesitated for a moment before finally asking Dudley's Smedin School uniform.

He needs his seemingly omniscient and omnipotent cousin, who can find a solution to any problem, to dispel the confusion in his heart.

Upon hearing this, Dali continued walking, answering with certainty as he went:

"Harry, trust me, they'll come and tell you about your enrollment!"